Two famous women died yesterday. I'll discuss the other one on my other blog. On this one, though, I'll just share my memories of former Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher. She made it to 87, but her intellect departed years ago. Dementia did her in. She lived too long. (So did her partner in crime, Ronald Reagan.)
I think Thatcher might have had more native intelligence than Reagan, but they were equals when it came to working a crowd. Both were heroes to the narrow minded, anal retentive types who resented anybody except themselves getting a hand up.
Along with Reagan, she was a major contributor to the deregulation boom that led to "too big to fail" financial entities. It's conceivable that, fifty years from now, both Reagan and Thatcher will be remembered as the monumental failures they truly were. I'm sorry I'll have to miss that.
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Thursday, March 24, 2011
Air Traffic Control
The only air traffic controller working at Ronald Reagan National Airport last night seems to have fallen asleep on duty. It couldn't have happened at a better named airport.
On a hot September day in 1981, about half a million of us marched on Washington to protest Reagan's firing of striking air traffic controllers. It was a loud, heartfelt, satisfying demonstration which didn't do a damned bit of good. The striking PATCO workers remained fired. Some years later, just to rub salt into the wound, the Republicans renamed the local airport after Reagan.
Under the PATCO contract, needless to say, there wouldn't have been just one controller on duty — but going back to those primitive days would mean having two greedy public employees sucking at our wallets. The modern solution , of course, is technological — a mechanical elbow that attaches to the air traffic controller's chair and jabs him in the ribs every two or three minutes.
Problem solved.
On a hot September day in 1981, about half a million of us marched on Washington to protest Reagan's firing of striking air traffic controllers. It was a loud, heartfelt, satisfying demonstration which didn't do a damned bit of good. The striking PATCO workers remained fired. Some years later, just to rub salt into the wound, the Republicans renamed the local airport after Reagan.
Under the PATCO contract, needless to say, there wouldn't have been just one controller on duty — but going back to those primitive days would mean having two greedy public employees sucking at our wallets. The modern solution , of course, is technological — a mechanical elbow that attaches to the air traffic controller's chair and jabs him in the ribs every two or three minutes.
Problem solved.
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